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Epilogue
The manager of Flourish and Blotts stood watching this strange boy for a moment, then walked, calmly, into the back room, where he scribbled a short note, tied it to the leg of an owl, and threw it out of the window and into the sky. The owl didn't have far to go, so they would probably be here soon…
…Five minutes later…
An owl arrived at the Ministry of Magic. Flying to the addressed department, it landed on a desk and hooted loudly, waking the man at the desk from his doze. "Wha'…oh. It's you again, Chive." He unclipped the parchment note from around its leg. Unfolding it, he read;
Dear Mr. Chapman,
I'm afraid there's another one. This time it's a boy though, a teenager. He came in earlier, pushed over a display of Truth Ink, destroyed two piles of parchment, knocked over a stack of very valuable textbooks, and tried to assault one of my staff. His keepers managed to take him away, but now he's back, he's alone, and he's standing outside, and, frankly, I'm scared to think what he's going to do next.
We desperately need your assistance.
Terry Thwaite, Manager of Flourish and Blotts Book and Stationery Suppliers.
Mr. Chapman sighed, screwed the parchment into a ball, and threw it at the bin, where it missed and joined several others. Going over to a side door, he shouted through it, "Hey! Waters! Kobold! Bulstrode! Get your butts in gear, there's another one in Sector 10!"
"Aww, but boss, it's our lunch break!"
"Insanity does not sleep! Get your arses out there, or get them kicked out!"
Mr. Chapman settled into his chair again. Thank gods, he thought, that he'd been promoted so he didn't have to do all that field work.
The complaining workers from the Department of Insanity apparated away.
Upon arrival in Diagon Alley, they found one Ronald Weasley sitting in the mud, rocking backwards and forwards and laughing at a small item in his hands.
Waters, Kobold and Bulstrode slowed down at the sight.
Waters squatted down next to the insane teenager. "Hey son, what's your name?"
Ron glanced up, briefly distracted from the beautiful, beautiful penny. "Ron Weasley. Why?"
Waters stood up again. "He's Arthur's son, Kobold."
"Oh hell, he's going to be really upset, isn't he."
Bulstrode narrowed his eyes. "But how do we know he's telling the truth? He's insane, after all."
"Have you seen that hair? And the freckles? Nah, there's no-one else's kid he could be."
Waters squatted down again. "Ok then Ron, do you want to come with us? We'll take you somewhere nice where nobody can hurt you."
Ron frowned. "Where? You're not going to put me in jail, are you? Mum'd go nuts! Please don't put me in jail…"
"No, no, don't worry, it's nothing like that. It's just…somewhere nice. Come on." He held out his hand, and Ron took it hesitantly, and walked off into a new life.
Off to a new life in the wing for the mentally impaired of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
But nothing could hurt him. He still had his penny.
